(I have written this document, which was signed in the presence of a notary public, as an explanation and evidence which may be used in court, or for other legal purposes, should it be needed in order to reveal the truth. I have temporarily withheld one name on this document.)

Presenting the facts of the case in response to a subpoena from the criminal police.

At the age of 10-11 years, my brother - 14 years old at that time - came to me in my room. His name is NN. We lived at Vienna 8, Schlösselg. 19/19 at that time. He began to undress me, got into bed with me, and satisfied himself sexually on me. This whole thing was repeated several times whenever our parents were not at home, and my brother assaulted me indecently each time to the point of erection.

As time went on, and as I came nearer and nearer to puberty, the fear of my becoming pregnant became greater and greater. I was passive every time, I loathed it, and was greatly relieved when the act was over. I didn't think about resisting, because I was afraid of his violent temper.

After such an incident, my menstration was late, and I panicked and confided this to my mother. I was about 16 years old at that time. My mother felt that a child fathered by my brother ought not be born, so she put me into a bathtub of hot water and added very hot water from the boiler. Then she kept adding more in an attempt to abort a possible pregnancy. This treatment caused me severe circulatory problems. In retrospect, I had severe pangs of conscience, that I might possibly have killed a child. My mother pressured me into not telling my father. She thought he would kill NN. As a child, I had been unlucky enough to witness my father using violence against my mother. As far as I know, they had also used marriage counselling because of their marital conflicts. My mother impressed it upon me to say "no" to my brother whenever he made indecent advances toward me. On another occasion, I refused him and he left me in peace. But then, I again had pangs of conscience because I had not been submissive to him.

At that time, I already had massive learning and concentration difficulties, and awful problems with inter-personal relationships because of all of these incidents. In the entrance exam for the Musical Therapy School, it was decided in the psychological section that I was psychologically too weak for such a training.

Later, I received help by coming into contact with our Christian fellowship, and was encouraged to take advantage of psychotherapeutical treatment; which did, in fact, help me.

Vienna, May 27, 1999

Wiltrud Griess
Dampfmühlgasse 3/10
1110 Wien

In particular, I would like to add the following regarding my father's comments:

The family of Dr. Koller received me, at that time, in a very loving manner. I was seeking help for my many needs, and I often turned to Mrs. Koller, who helped me with motherly concern, great patience, and also with long telephone calls. She did all of that, despite the fact that my father had reported Dr. Koller to the Medical Academy, because of his willingness to help me! Because of my father's hounding him, he even had to give account of himself to the Disciplinary Council of the Medical Academy. On May 21, 1986, Dr. Koller was cleared of the charges that my father had brought against him.

In the beginning, I misunderstood much of the teaching of the fellowship due to my initial excitement, and partially, also, due to my illness. My father, certainly, interpreted many of my comments subjectively so that they took on an entirely different meaning from that which was originally intended.

There is a topic that I would like to go into in more detail; and that concerns my professional schooling.
In the fall of 1981: My first attempt at passing the entrance exam for Musical Therapy; Result: Failed the musical section.
September 1982: My second attempt at passing the entrance exam at the University for Musical Therapy; Result: I passed the musical section, but failed the psychological part. Reason, and evaluation: I was psychologically too weak for this profession. Up to that time, I knew nothing about the existence of the "Norwegian movement". Even at this time, I had great personal problems, also because I had not been accepted at the university, and I was searching for my own personal way.
October 1982: Acquaintance with Peter and Evelyn Koller at a Norwegian course at the Viennese University.
March 1983: My parents invite some of the children of the Koller family to visit us at home, and my father shows the Koller sons around the business (I.B.M.) at his work place. Also, from the side of my Christian friends, there are sincere attempts at making inter-personal contacts with my parents,with the intention of being a help to me.
July 1983: I decide to enter a physical-therapy training, and I am finally accepted. I'd like to refer to my father's contradiction on page 2, paragraph 4, in his report. He states, that in a very short amount of time, I had become the worst pupil in the class.

On page 3, paragraph 1, he states that I had passed one part of the final examination, at that same school, with good results, then had gone back to the fellowship, and suddenly it went down-hill with me.

The truth is, however:

After the first year of my physiotherapy studies, I had passed the first intermediate exam. In the following year the condition of my health made a turn for the worse (constant confrontations with my parents, problems with insomnia, depression, sleepiness during the daytime) so that I had to seek medical help.

Due to my sickness and the lectures I had missed out on, I was unable to take the exams in the main subjects that year. I repeated the school year, and shortly before the final exams, I decided to return back to the fellowship (after having stayed away from the "Norwegians" for several years). I did this despite all the resistance that I knew I could expect from my parents.

Even before meeting "Smith's Friends", I had had a constant learning-and-concentration-weakness which resulted from my childhood experiences and my psychological instability. For this reason, I also did not pass the final exam in physiothereapy. The school, however, advised me to remain in this professional area (in a caring profession)

But in my inner attitude of defiance, I decided rather, to work in an office, and it was my parents who found the first position for me. And the claim that I had tried all sorts of tricks to get money from my father, I, also, have to reject emphatically. At that time, I was still financially dependent upon my parents, and in the course of my illness, there were hospital bills to be paid for my stay at a private clinic. Nevertheless, I would like to underline the fact that my father was always very generous with money, and he hardly needed anything for himself.

That is why I once asked him for an amount of money for my boyfriend at that time. I had already, then, withdrawn from our fellowship for a longer period of time. But his increasingly great scepticism that I might use the money for the fellowship, restrained me from expecting any future financial assistance, or, from asking for it.

My friends from the fellowship often helped me out - quite the contrary to what my father felt. When I was in a financial crisis, or they gave me telephone cards, or a voucher for buying food.

With regard to my apartment, I asked my parents, despite their scepticism, for my own premium savings book in order to be better able to finance my apartment. That is why I took my father along to the real estate agency in order to show him that this money, in addition to the credit I had obtained, would really go into the hands of the real estate agency. He thought this was a staged production of our fellowship. I was speechless. At that time, I decided not to ask him for any more advice or assistance in any of my personal affairs.

My father places the blame for everything I did in my "turbulent phase of getting myself free from my parents" on the fellowship, and its teaching. And he decks himself out in borrowed plumes when it concerns positive actions.

I have still never heard nor read these words from him: "I am sorry, I, myself, made some mistakes, too.

Vienna, March 10, 2000

Wiltrud Griess